Pike and Jordan get
back late from mudding and are hosing off in the backyard.
JORDAN
I drop the hose to my
side and drag the fingers of my left hand down his abs, my heart pounding so
hard it hurts. They tighten as my nails slide across the muscles, and I’m so
afraid to look at him.
This is wrong. I know
it’s wrong.
But God, he feels good.
I can feel his eyes on me, and every thread of my bra is chafing my skin, and I
just want to be bare right now. I want him to see me.
I close my eyes. Oh,
God.
“Jordan…” He grasps my
hand, and I can hear him breathing hard.
I nod, opening my eyes
but still unable to meet his. “I know,” I breathe out. “I’m sorry.”
I’m parched, my eyes
sting with tears and I don’t know why, and there’s a need between my thighs
that is almost painful.
Slowly, he tips my chin
up. I finally raise my gaze, but he’s not looking at me, either. His eyes are
cast down, and his brow is pinched in pain. “You’re just out of sorts,” he says
quietly. “You miss Cole, and I just happen to be here. It’s okay.”
I remain still, my
fingers still on his stomach and his hand still on my chin. His chest
moves up
and down, and for a moment, I think I’m going to turn tail and run. He’s making
excuses for me. An easy one to hide behind. It would make sense I’m feeling
lost and in need of someone else to escape into.
But what’s his excuse.
I know he looks at me. I know he does it when he thinks I don’t see it, but I
do.
My eyes sting, filling
with tears. “That’s not why I was apologizing,” I tell him.
I raise my eyes,
meeting his, and while I’m afraid, I have to dive. I can’t hold back.
“I’m sorry, because,” I
whisper shakily, “this isn’t the first time I wanted you to touch me.”
And his gaze freezes on
me.
He holds my eyes,
unmoving except for the rise and fall of his chest, and I have no idea what’s
going through his head right now, but I don’t think I’m sorry. No more excuses
that this is about me being distraught over Cole.
The attraction was
already there.
He slowly lets his
fingers fall from my chin, both of his hands balling into fists, and he
clenches his jaw, suddenly looking angry.
On reflex, I take a
step back, but I don’t get any farther. Grabbing my waist, he hauls me into
him, snaking an arm round me and gripping my jaw in his hand between his thumb
and four fingers. I gasp, loving the feeling of his body hard against mine but
scared, too, because he looks so mad.
“No,” he growls, baring
his teeth and looking at me with fury in his eyes. “Do you understand? It’s not
happening. You’re not getting that from me.”
Tears fills my eyes,
and I can barely see him anymore as my body shakes with a silent sob.
His arm is like steel
around me, and I can feel the heat of his rage coming off his skin.
He shakes me. “You
wanna get laid, then you go hunt somewhere else.”
I suck in air and twist
away from him, pushing his body away.
He’s right. What am I
doing? Why would I do that? I feel so stupid, and I crouch down,
quickly gathering up my
shirt and shoes.
But I wasn’t imagining
it, was I? There was something between us, and it was coming from him as much
as from me. Did I just see what I wanted to see?
I want to scream. Tears
stream down my face, and he still just stands there, glaring at me.
“Go to your room,” he
orders.
I break out in a laugh,
the bitter sound dripping with disbelief. “Go fuck yourself!” I stand up,
hardening my voice. “I’ll find another bed tonight, thank you. Anyone will do
for a slut like me, right?”
I whip around and run
for the back door, but he grabs the inside of my elbow and hauls me back into
the wall of his chest. I drop my shirt and shoes, and he forces us forward into
the wall of the house. I shoot out my hands, crashing into the siding.
Jesus.
I shake, sucking in
short, shallow breaths as my heart races and my blood runs hot under my skin.
What the…
He reaches around,
taking my face in his hand and his hot breath in my ear. “Don’t threaten me
with shit like that. If you want to act like a brat, then maybe you should get
grounded like one, huh?”
I almost laugh through
the tears drying on my face. “By all means,” I taunt. “I’m dying to see how you
try to take control of me. You can’t even get Cole to do his chores, and when
was the last time a woman got hot in your bed? You’re not even a man.”
He growls and slams his
palm into the house in front of me.
I jump.
And the next thing I
know, his hand is in my hair, and my head is being twisted to the side as his
lips crash down on mine.
